Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 149
Jian Yunshang nodded, just when a call came in, she pushed his head away with one hand, and answered the phone with the other: "Professor Xu, what's the matter?"

On this side, Xu Zhenting's face was filled with a comfortable smile, and his voice was as gentle as ever: "Academician Liao will be discharged from the hospital soon. I would like to ask you to design a set of security procedures for our institute."

"Ask me?" Jian Yunshang asked back, hesitatingly said: "My fee is very high, you are sure you can apply for it."

"Don't worry, I contacted you only after I passed the application." Xu Zhenting still smiled, not concealing his excitement: "My dad will return to China on the plane tomorrow, and his body has basically returned to normal."

"It's hard for the old man to travel and travel, it's better for me to visit the day after tomorrow, so that he won't remember who I am." Jian Yunshang was infected by his smile, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously: "See you the day after tomorrow. "

Xu Zhenting nodded subconsciously: "See you the day after tomorrow."

"Why is he always looking for you when he has something to do?" Just as he hung up the phone, Jiang Muchen asked with a sour tone, "Does he like you?"

Jian Yunshang stared at him speechlessly for half a second, and sneered: "Does it mean that as long as you are a man, you will feel that he likes me?"

"Yes!" Jiang Muchen answered frankly: "My wife is one in ten thousand, so naturally there will be countless admirers."

Jian Yunshang made him dumbfounded, pretending to be angry: "Boring!"

While speaking, the car had already driven into the gate of Song's villa.

Jian Yunshang tilted her head and casually looked at the arrangement in the lower courtyard through the car window.

This place is different from Jiang's house. There are almost no flowers in the yard, let alone pavilions, and some are just fruit trees that can't be seen at a glance.

If it hadn't been for saying that this was the Song family at the beginning, Jian Yunshang would almost have thought that she had entered some orchard by mistake.

After all, it is the dean of the high court, who lives in a big villa, and does not forget to keep a low profile.

The car stopped outside the gate of the villa, Jian Yunshang did not get out of the car as promised, but Jiang Muchen returned to the car with a dark face within 5 minutes after entering, and coldly told the driver to leave.

Looking back suspiciously, Song Yue was chasing out of the living room in a festive red dress with tears all over her face.

Jian Yunshang only thought that Jiang Muchen was bored with Song Yue, and didn't ask any further questions.

A few days later, the Song family hurriedly held a funeral for Song Qingshan at the Cuihuashan Funeral Home on the grounds that the deceased needed to be buried as soon as possible.

Under Shen Rumei's request, Jiang Muchen reluctantly brought Jian Yunshang along.

After all, committing suicide in fear of guilt is not a very honorable thing. The only people who came to express their condolences were relatives of the Song family and the Jiang family.

Aunt He's family passed away before, and her body was placed in the rented West Hall.Jian Yunshang remembered clearly that Xue Liheng came that day, and Xu Zhenting also arrived shortly thereafter.

However, at Song Qingshan's funeral, his body did not appear.

Song Qingshan's body is not in the condolence hall, could it be because of the inconvenience caused by taking poison?

After thinking about it, Jian Yunshang felt that this was the only possibility.Turning his head to look at Jiang Muchen, he didn't want him to suddenly lean down and kiss her face quickly.

He moved extremely quickly, his hand still resting on his forehead.In the eyes of outsiders, it probably looks like she is brushing her bangs.

Staring at him suspiciously, he saw a faint smile on his lips and said, "I know what you're wondering about."

"What?" Jian Yunshang's expression softened, and she snuggled into his arms, and gently pinched the soft flesh on his armpit with her hands.

In fact, it's not soft, and I don't know if he hurts or not, but her own hand hurts badly.

Jiang Muchen put away his joking expression, raised his hand to scrape her nose lovingly, and whispered in a low voice: "Zhuo Hui just went to the morgue, and the funeral home staff refused to let him see it. I think there must be some abnormality in the body."

"Don't talk about it, will mom be angry if we leave now?" Jian Yunshang smiled on her face, retracted her hand and changed to holding his arm, her posture was cute: "I'm so bored."

"Waiting for 5 minutes..." Jiang Muchen raised his eyes and looked around. The rented north hall was very small, and people from the Song family didn't even come to greet them. It's strange if they are not bored.

Jian Yunshang's heart was at peace, tenderness appeared unconsciously between her brows, and she held his arm tightly.

Jiang Muchen looked sideways, gently rubbed the top of her head, then found a place where no one was around, and sat down to rest.

After a minute or two, Song Yanwang and his wife found them with sad faces, said a few polite words, and then turned back to the North Hall.

Jian Yunshang had no expression on her face, she just nodded politely, and hurriedly told Jiang Muchen to leave.

Song Qingshan deserved to die, and it can even be said that they were forced to death by their husband and wife. No matter how you look at today's trip, there is a feeling of gloating.

Coming out of the North Hall, there were only about 10 minutes left before the cremation of the deceased.None of Song Qingshan's former colleagues showed up, and I don't know what the Song family thinks.

Jian Yunshang was held by Jiang Muchen and got into the car, subconsciously looking towards the morgue where the remains were stored.

Not too close away, I suddenly saw an official car of the Eighth Bureau of National Security, and left quickly.

Squinting her eyes to concentrate, she held Jiang Muchen's hand and greeted jokingly: "My shoulders are sore."

Jiang Muchen didn't say anything, but thoughtfully made her turn sideways, put his hands on her shoulders, and began to knead with just the right strength.

After the car drove away from the funeral home, Jiang Muchen saw that she seemed to be dozing off, so he deliberately hugged her into his arms, quietly stretched his big hand into her coat, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Go home and rest first?"

The man's hands were dry and hot, of course Jian Yunshang knew the meaning behind his words, smiled and nodded lightly: "Okay."

Today is the weekend, Jane's business is currently trying to be handed over to professional managers, and she doesn't need to intervene in everything.

What's more, in order to catch Song Qingshan and his gang, from the beginning of the plan, Jiang Muchen didn't make any request, so how could she let him down.

Leaning comfortably on his chest, squinting his eyes, he took a deep breath, and before he could say anything, the phone rang loudly at an inappropriate time.

Her body didn't move, she still closed her eyes and slid open the answer button, only to hear Xiao Bilan on the other end of the phone happily shouting: "Brother Liang woke up, Mo Mo just called me."

"Really!" Jian Yunshang sat up straight happily, staring at the wedding ring in her hand with sparkling eyes: "Did Momo mention, when is it convenient for us to visit?"

"I guess these two days will be inconvenient, and the husband and wife have to tell their hearts out." Xiao Bilan smiled wretchedly: "You are someone who has been here before, so you should know better than me."

"..." Jian Yunshang's cheeks were slightly hot, and she hung up after talking nonsense.

While she was in a trance, Jiang Muchen's head was pressed against her unexpectedly, her soft thin lips pressed against her extremely sensitive earlobe, and she smiled meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)